I entered her room and walked over to the bathroom. The door was open and Sophie was already in the shower. I could see her silhouette through the bev...led glass doors. She was shampooing her hair with strawberry shampoo. I imagined the water trickling down on her milky white skin. Her pink nipples perked as she lathered her body with soap.“Did you enjoy the show?” she asked. She must have sensed me standing there.“It was quite a show,” I told her. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.”“You should have. Do you need to get a notepad?”I reached into the end table and pulled out my small tape recorder. I put in a blank tape and then walked over, put it on the coffee table in front of Dallas and pushed the ‘record’ button.When I returned to my recliner, Dallas began: “Okay, well ... Neil was a nice guy. He was fifty eight, in reasonably good health, but in the years after his wife died—no, check that, even years before that, he was totally bored. He was a very sexual person, but he kept that part. Thirty minutes and a few labor pains later; Pam was wheeled into the room by Georgette. There was much talk about labor, babies, and the birthing process. For me, it was TMI, but Pam and Trish bonded even further in those few minutes.Trish went a lot faster. She got taken to the delivery room at ten o’clock. I walked into the delivery room for the second time that day, only to face Nurse Belle again. She said, “Oh, no. You again? What’s your role in this one?”“Probably the daddy. I love. I knew everyone here knew about menow, but no one ever confronted me directly. It was the snickers andstares. The waitresses who would try hover a little longer when Mr.Torres was near me; the exclamation "Oh my god!" and giggles from theattractive young waitresses when they hear me say "Yes sir Mr. Torres."I wonder if everyone also knows about Mr. Stanton. Holy fuck, I justrealized everyone else calls Ms. Benoit Jess or Jessica.A few weeks later my wife gave me a big hug and kiss when I got.